Peter, without hesitation, followed this new trainer, to the door, before any grunts could attack him. Suddenly, a Lycanroc came pounding over to him, along with his other five Pokemon. They were all clutching their Pokemon. Quickly, he took all the Poke-Balls and returned them all. 'What was the coincidence level of that? Oh, well, I have my Pokemon now, and I can get out easier.'. Quickly, he released Lycanroc, gave his mane a quick pet, as he barked happily, and then got to business.
As the prisoners ran through the door, it was a large corridor now, and Peter was fleeing as fast as he could, along with the horde of prisoners. Lycanroc was close near him. However, grunts weren't short behind, and at the back, people were being pulled back and attacked. Peter's heart jumped, and he continued to ran. Then, he tripped over something, and landed on the floor. Not soon after, and there were ten grunts, mostly male and their Pokemon. They attempted to handcuff Peter, but he kept fidgeting with his hands, refusing to be imprisoned. He returned Lycanroc, before he could be injured. Hands also were fisting at Peter's back, and he was wincing. 'Help!'.
Even though Pokemon were designed to battle, usually Peter couldn't see them being hurt in a battle for his life, so he didn't tend to use them when it was necessary. However, this time, it was too desperate. He sent out his Meowstic, and it blasted the grunts backwards, and Peter continued to run, limping, but still quite fast. Another Pokemon of his came out of its Poke-Ball on its own and he was on the shoulders of his Garchomp, with his Meowstic resting on his head. Peter had no strength, so it was solely up to his Pokemon to help him. Garchomp, with Meowstic prancing afterwards, caught up to the other trainers at the front.